Helen Whitman - Submersion

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Cold water churns the air in tides of organic sickliness. Wall to wall, floor to near ceiling: seventy-five-thousand litres. Marionette schools of meticulously sequined, rotting fish lurk amongst drowning beech saplings that weakly claw for the surface. And litter drifts through rugged meadow grass whilst the rotting fish jerk drunkenly, unknowing, twinkling desirably whilst their pitted fleshes disperse in wispy clouds. The light glows orange from a green lamppost — some warmth amongst this fetid delirium. A terrible vision of things so dear. Deserted and decaying. It is the sickness that comes with loss. Emptiness full of inexplicable meaning and pain. A moment trapped against its will. You are involved against yours. Due to restrictions and high demand for our previous shows we have decided to run free ticketing on a lottery basis. Get in contact with us at info@gazegallery.com letting us know your name, preferred dates and the number of tickets you require and we'll reply as soon as possible to let you know.